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denominator between them.
    “How come I don’t see you around here?” Grant motioned toward the clubhouse.
    “I have a place in the city. I don’t like commuting.”
    “I recently bought a place here to get away from the ever-present paparazzi. My parents live with me.”
    “Oh, now that’s a twist.” Tamara waited for an explanation. The fact that he lived with his parents was a surprise. He was such a shadowy figure to pin down that picturing him hanging out with Mom and Dad in the family room didn’t fit the image she had of him.
    “They came kicking and screaming. I convinced them that the five-bedroom home was all theirs and that I’d move into the guesthouse on the premises.”
    “Okay, why on earth do you need such a place?” An over-the-top lifestyle didn’t come to mind when she thought of Grant—not that she was ready to admit that he did dwell on her mind.
    “This is a gift I’d promised myself I’d give them from the first day that my company opened. They’ve worked hard, sacrificed and never failed to show their love to my siblings and me. My mother loves to throw parties. She loves having her friends visit and stay. So, I gave her a house that is comfortable and inviting for her to enjoy. Plus it allows my father to disappear into one of the many rooms for his man cave.”
    “That’s pretty cool.”
    “My siblings also pop in with their kids, and believe me, that noisy set can have that house hopping.”
    “One day that may be you. When you have a family of your own, you can have it bouncing.”
    No way that Grant couldn’t easily find himself a bride. As he’d talked about his parents, he’d revealed how much of a family guy he was. However, she couldn’t picture whom he’d pick as his soul mate. But soaking up his gorgeous features, she had no desire to fill in that mental image, anyway.
    Tamara followed Grant to a table that overlooked the course. Hadfield and Norton had disappeared toward the bigger clubhouse, which housed the fancier restaurants. She opted for the simpler fare.
    The two restaurants in the smaller clubhouse catered to smaller groups and featured more of a deli menu. Since it was a weekday, the school-aged kids weren’t around, and most of the retired crowd ate at the bigger restaurants, avoiding the sandwiches and deep-fried menu. The place was practically empty.
    This venue was quieter, perfect. They could eat and get down to business. All she wanted was the time to deliver her request and get an immediate response. No candlelight suppers, no gourmet dining, no froufrou amenities as if this were a date.
    They placed their order at the counter and then headed to the seating area.
    Grant pulled out her chair. “Fat chance of me settling down,” he said, resuming the conversation.
    “Ever?”
    “That’s one thing I know for sure.”
    “Why? Because you’re not the type to be taken home to a mother?” Tamara hadn’t expected to get so personal, but she also hadn’t expected him to be so forthright about his private life.
    “Something like that. George Clooney is my role model. Eternal bachelor—live long and prosper, I say. Knock on wood.” Grant knocked on the tabletop three times. “He and I are in the same fraternity.”
    Tamara had no issues with his viewpoint. After all, she also didn’t want to be weighed down by any man—but it wasn’t a women’s liberation mind-set. She just figured that she could have the best of both worlds—like Oprah. Grant had his role model; she had hers.
    No man had managed to make his way to the forefront of her thoughts. Right now, only her academy and the youth she helped had her focus. If a man came along who earned a place in her priorities, then he’d have to accept her dedication to her career. She still noticed male eye candy, but most times she didn’t bother showing any signs of interest.
    Sitting across from Grant brought that smooth medium brown complexion face-to-face with her. He certainly could own